Nothing | danny o'donoghue (en)
"Em, what are you doing?" I politely ask her whilst I surrounded her waist with my arm.
"Just cuddling, you know," A sassy grin takes her face. "The usual." I gasp when her gentle small hand reaches my hair and start playing with it.
"I don't know what I would do without you." I hum to myself, hoping she didn't listen. "Or what I would be. I've learnt so much from our relationship, God." She heard me, her hands travelled from my scruffy hair to my biceps and they stayed there, holding tight.
"Wrecked, I know you would be nothing without me."